Through early morning fog I see
Visions of the things to be
The pains that are withheld for me
I realise that I can see

That suicide is painless
It brings so many changes
And I can take or leave them if I please

Sorry, sometimes I can't help myself.

M


Edited by Misanthrope (10/08/07 03:39 PM)
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I hear voices....And they don't like you.